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Saturday Night

Schoolly D

Saturday Night! The Album

1987

both took a toke
The cow got high and the boy got by
Just don't come in my face and ask me why

Cheeba Cheeba ya'll
Yeah it's that cheeba cheeba

check, checks
Niggas rocking checks
Nigga I got guns by the woah
By the flea collar, boy I'm at ya neck
We got funds yeah
God helped me change, we go up

uh...

(The Wolf!  It's the Wolf!)  Right!  The Wolf.  Seymore the Wolf....

The kettle drum and bass drum represent the sub-machine-gun fire

Spit That G

Timbo King

The Sting

2002

worker, R.C.
Me mega-poverty, New York City, dollar signs prevail
Five place love, exclusive, nine millimeters
My voice box run through tracks like wild

tattoos

Do not  act rash boy your life is hanging by a thread 
You get two strikes on the third filleting you instead 
Thunderclap flash, zenny stance

gone from the lemon drops
I'm a give her this Henny dick
Wild Boy like Machine Gun yeah Prelude's been on a mean run
Sorry haters ain't over yet
Y'all

the sun
Cloud burn melting every gun
Two dimensional assault
Rumination makes it our fault

This machine kills gender with the phasers set to shatter your

iko an nay! -  
 I bet you five dollars he'll kill you dead. 
 - Jockomo feena nay -  
  
 (Refr.) 
  
 My Flag boy and your Flag boy, 
 Sitting by

Wild Hot

A Tribe Called Quest

Rhyme & Reason

1997

bust
Yo, we make the shit wild hot

[Both]
All y'all rude boys lick a shot (gun shot)

[Q-Tip]
I be the all-I-seein'
The MCin' 
Human bein'

Heat

Common

Like Water for Chocolate

2000

you sit Indian style?
Niggas know me as Com it's time hear me go wild
With hot shit, yeah
Hot shit, yeah, one two
Came to bring it boy

(You say

Heat

Common

Like Water for Chocolate [Clean]

2000

to bring it boy

(You say you got guns, then bring that shit
You say you got ones, then bring that shit
Cause you need a lot more ones and guns for this)

pronto you can't up those then im outta there ooh I'm outta there we takin shit outta there tote big guns big dummy run fuck boy come he outta here 
Can't

Ahh, ey, there's a fire church
Brbrbrbrbrda

Eh, Machine Gun Kelly and Slim Shady
Got me wantin' to fuck shit up
And make a country rap, baby
So, let

a board box
All them a talk what that can do
Big long gun longer than bamboo
Seven point six we load by the grain
Shot leak out a head just like a shampoo

to go fa them
He land by di front door and if it look di back gate he pull
Shots fly like ladybug
God Goof real evil

Wild and mean
None of them nuh bad

Drake in ‘11
Wild boy like Kelly in ‘12
Fun size when I’m picking a bitch
King size check I get out the mail
Yeah boy, I was lacking in funds
I turnt up,

Verses check the info
I'm Machine Gun Kelly what
The fuck's a pistol
What the fuck's a white flag
What the fuck's a price tag
What the fuck is beef? Fuck

and don't care so hell yeah
(Hell yeah)
'Cause MGK up in here so Hell yeah

Yeah, it's your boy Machine Gun Kelly, MGK

Your already know what I'm doin'
I'm

What's Hardcore?

K'NAAN

The Dusty Foot Philosopher

2006

of the gun,
Rocket propelled grenades blow you away if you front,
We got no police ambulance or fire fighters,
We start riots by burning car tires,
They

She wears that leather, got that long brown hair
She'll shoot you down with her machine gun stare
She's like that fine wine, got you working overtime

the gun die by the gun
It go bang see the flame
Shine bright like the sun
Better stay away
You either go and get it done
Or be the one gettin done
Live by

And any boy violate
Every gun fi raise
Dem fi know say we real
Yo Seeche all d dawgs outside
Gun dem load bad gyal by meh side
Yuh don know yuh done know

to play a part
Better get up out my face, 'fore I tear yo ass apart
Throwing up a prayer like you're aiming in the dark
Like Machine Gun Kelly, you were

always trying
To keep the game more lit
I'm the devil I said that before
Machine gun Kelly did
With everything I'm dealing with
Can't hold on with your